The coffin hopes of the world
From birth to grave
The worlds finest hours
Bring out what we can save
Take it lightly and go forth
Make the world a place to be proud of
Before it’s too late
Coffin Hopes
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The Forest’s Last Leaf
In the depth of fog
And cold
That has brought upon the season of Christmas
The last leaf
Hangs in the distance
As we prepare our fireplaces and hearths
For a distant glow
Of warmth
The last leaf holds hearty in the season
Giving us hope
For life amidst the darkness
The Snow Flower
Can life be abundant
In the adversity
Of the season of retreat
Rather
Can the fruits of life
Be born
From underneath
So take the hold of a new life
In a winter of darkness
The flower blooms up
From the death and frozen
Below
Tinderbox
Tinderbox of the world
Waiting for the match
That can undue the progress
But alas
Is it even the fear
That we have
But rather we must see
The hope through the ashes
From a world
That has been pulled back
From the ledge
Of the depth of brashness
Triumphant Losses
Undone from the beginning gun
Run
Run
From the losses that reign
Triumphant over humanity
Take the feather of the bird
And place it in your hand
Only to have the wind blow away the
Delicate fibers
Then you will understand
News upon the horizon
Can spell disaster now
Upon the once great
Old town
Twiddle Thee
How to know the truth
From behind the curtain
The mask laid bare
The mourning of the confusion
Subtle lies
To make the world
Lay down
So take the lead
From the world
At large
We are twisted in the world
Made in the darkness of night
The Darkness of Retreat
For the darkness grows in weakness
In the lack of light and air
The wickedness grows like roots
In a tale twisted in fate
The fire of truth being extinguished
But not fearing
For the light will return
And the truth will win
On a day that no one
Expects
Searing Truth to Blinding Light
What is that in the distance
Cool but even
In a world destroyed in the aftermath of
Desperation and manipulation
The tables of time have turned
Upon their heads
The salve of the hour
Has arrived
As the searing truth
Has yielded to the seeing
A blinding light
And to those who are aware
And look away
They shall rejoice
In the light of day
That has come from the truth
For only the truth
Can set us free
The blinding light of searing truth
Turn the righteous away blind
Those meek souls who are protected
Rejoice in the truth
For the light has set them free
The Quiet Turning of the Earth
From the soil and humid hot summers
To the depths of a winter cold
Bursting through the spring mood
Into the fields of color of fall
Making the light orange as it falls
Over the earth
Quietly turning
Bringing the change of
See the world
As it moves
And brings life and change
To our lives
Crisp of the Fall Leaves
In the light of the season
Orange in it’s hues
To the nights
And the chills
Evening through
Take the breathe of light
Into the depth of the lungs of past summers
To take in the night
Crisp as all
So here are words homaged
To the days of fall
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